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From the Desk of DB Alcuna

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From the Desk of DB Alcuna

Overview
A vowel is a speech sound made with an open vocal tract, where the flow of air is not blocked or significantly restricted by the tongue, teeth, or lips. In the English alphabet, the letters A, E, I, O, and U are considered vowels. They are essential for forming syllables and words. 
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Crowded Desk

Crowded Desk
 Room to write.
 Writer’s block.
 Pen to the paper.
 Get to work.
 Crowded desk.
 Crowded thoughts.
 These are your words.
 Art to color.
 Mind racing.
 Document your life.
 Be descriptive.
 Be true, be different.
 Crowded mind.
 Take a walk anytime.
 Clear the air.
 Another poem not written.

SILENT HOMES

SILENT HOMES

Silence 
            cloak of protection 
worn longing for
                            heaven
sways in dust 
    

my desk

A bottle of sore throat relief spray lies on my desk
Along with sixteen torn up pages of past written poems
My cell phone sits here too, a box of Kleenexes, six notebooks
There are two computer monitors on this desk
I like clutter, it makes me feel safe and loved
Is that a barrette? I watch it moving steadily

Intrusive Thoughts

A knife on the desk
"To be or not to be" says
The intrusive thoughts

Musings on Space

What vain creatures we are
We actually think we are THE star
Of the universe
What if we are
Merely a small part 
One idea is that we are 
On God’s desk
in a snow globe our galaxy 
as only one of the snow flakes
We are not perhaps aware 
That much more is out there 

The Word of God: In Mom's Desk Top Drawer

Ark of laughter far from sea amid earth
Hair be it long or short power still stays
Mite of two, widows, others measure worth
Bitters Holiness Hunger forty days

We are born to this life as possible,
and grow by the choices that we create,
right or wrong, obstacle or optimal,
I'm an ark, hair, mite, or bitters, --I wait.

The Voice, The

Lazy

A lazy man sings
Of how much work his desk brings,
But too lazy is he 
To do anything but sleep. 

A lazy man gives 
So many explanations, yet still
Nothing, nothing but sleep. 

A lazy man's wish 
Is to one day be rich
But not a day does he
Sow, so he can reap.

I want a double pink desk

When I go to school I want a double pink desk.
This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess.
Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew.
Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two.

The neighborhood searched, the whole city too.
Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe.
Jack and his wife split up,

Being Not Received at Reception Desk

I am thrilled to only see two people ahead of me at medical clinic
No one is at reception’s desk
I know the routine
so I fill out the forms while I wait
No one comes.
I have been here four minutes
I ask one of the others “was anyone here?”
“She left a bit ago,” one replies.
a female nurse comes out

I Want a Double Pink Desk

When I go to school I want a double pink desk.
This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess.
Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew.
Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two.

The neighborhood searched, the whole city too.
Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe.
Jack and his wife split up,

Desk

The oak desk is a polished surface 
holding-up nothing, reflecting nothing
not even a base of anything.

Once it was an upheaval of random displacements 
of elbows and eyes.
E-mails wriggled like worms in wet ground.
Fragments tap danced on hurried fingertips.

The desk grew paper towers
some spoke, others were silent monoliths.
Coffee splashed over keys that opened up
a world no

Qmr2-40

When a Woman insists that she does all the work
and the man does nothing
what is this condition called.
My Great Grand dad said it
was called "silly Bytch Syndrome"
but I have come to find
it is calle Female Imposter Syndrome.
Is it that she wishes
the maintaince of the home
to be done on system that
doesn't include seasonal fixes.
Or just getting

Cluttered Desk

Some say a cluttered desk
Suggests a cluttered mind,
But, in my case, it seems
Makes things harder to find. 

Written July 7, 2022

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